It shouldn't happen to a surveyor

What kind of career could offer you the chance of wading knee-deep through sludge in a bacon factory, valuing a haunted convent or finding a donkey on the sixth floor of a block of council flats? Chartered surveying, that’s what. By asking readers to lift the lid on their worst ...

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